"Easy as pie. Got a motion-picture machine in my head. Lying in bed nights I can just turn on a light in my head and out it comes on the wall, clear as heck, and there you'll be, yelling and waving at me."
"Shut your eyes, Doug. Now, tell me, what color eyes I got? Don't peek. What color eyes I got?"
Douglas began to sweat. His eyelids twitched nervously. "Aw heck, John, that's not fair."
"Tell me!"
"Brown!"
John turned away. "No, sir."
"What do you mean, no?"
"You're not even close!" John closed his eyes.
"Turn around here," said Douglas. "Open up, let me see."
"It's no use," said John. "You forgot already. Just the way I said.
"Turn around here!" Douglas grabbed him by the hair and turned him slowly.
"Okay, Doug."
John opened his eyes.
"Green." Douglas, dismayed, let his hand drop. "Your eyes are green.... Well, that's close to brown. Almost hazel!"
"Doug, don't lie to me."
"All right," said Doug quietly. "I won't."
They sat there listening to the other boys running up the hill, shrieking and yelling at them.
They raced along the railroad tracks, opened their lunch in brown-paper sacks, and sniffed deeply of the wax-wrapped deviled-ham sandwiches and green-sea pickles and colored peppermints. They ran and ran again and Douglas bent to scorch his ear on the hot steel rails, hearing trains so far away they were unseen voyagings in other lands, sending Morse-code messages to him here under the killing sun. Douglas stood up, stunned.
"John!"
For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudden the sun was gone and the whistle was blowing and you were on your long way home to supper. When you weren't looking, the sun got around behind you! The only way to keep things slow was to watch everything and do nothing! You could stretch a day to three days, sure, just by watching!
"John!"
There was no way to get him to help now, save by a trick.
"John, ditch, ditch the others!"
Yelling, Douglas and John sprinted off, kiting the wind downhill, letting gravity work for them, over meadows, around barns until at las
t the sound of the pursuers faded.
John and Douglas climbed into a haystack which was like a great bonfire crisping under them.
"Let's not do anything," said John.
"Just what I was going to say," said Douglas.
They sat quietly, getting their breath.
There was a small sound like an insect in the hay.